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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
Or death or victory must be resolved:
To dream of mercy, O how tame, how mad,
Where, o'er black deeds the crucifix display'd,
Fools think heaven purchased by the blood they shed;
By giving, not supporting, pains and death!
Nor simple death,—where they the greatest saints
Who most subdue all tenderness of heart,
Students in torture; where, in zeal to Him
Whose darling title is “the Prince of Peace,”
The best turn ruthless butchers for our sakes,
To save us in a world they recommend,
And yet forbear, themselves with earth content:
What modesty!—Such virtues Rome adorn,
And chiefly those who Rome's first honours wear,
Whose name from Jesus, and whose arts from hell!
And shall a Pope-bred princeling crawl ashore,
Replete with venom, guiltless of a sting,
And whistle cut-throats, with those swords that scraped
Their barren rocks for wretched sustenance,
To cut his passage to the British throne?
One that has suck'd-in malice with his milk,
Malice to Britain, Liberty, and Truth?
Less savage was his brother-robber's nurse,
The howling nurse of plundering Romulus,
Ere yet far worse than Pagan harbour'd there.
To dream of mercy, O how tame, how mad,
Where, o'er black deeds the crucifix display'd,
Fools think heaven purchased by the blood they shed;
By giving, not supporting, pains and death!
Nor simple death,—where they the greatest saints
Who most subdue all tenderness of heart,
Students in torture; where, in zeal to Him
Whose darling title is “the Prince of Peace,”
The best turn ruthless butchers for our sakes,
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And yet forbear, themselves with earth content:
What modesty!—Such virtues Rome adorn,
And chiefly those who Rome's first honours wear,
Whose name from Jesus, and whose arts from hell!
And shall a Pope-bred princeling crawl ashore,
Replete with venom, guiltless of a sting,
And whistle cut-throats, with those swords that scraped
Their barren rocks for wretched sustenance,
To cut his passage to the British throne?
One that has suck'd-in malice with his milk,
Malice to Britain, Liberty, and Truth?
Less savage was his brother-robber's nurse,
The howling nurse of plundering Romulus,
Ere yet far worse than Pagan harbour'd there.
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |